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​FEBRUARY 2022

Join us throughout the month of February 2022
-- or "FeBREWary" as we like to call it --
as we post more of the coffee poetry of Emmett Lee Dickinson
(Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed --
​at her request).
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FeBREWary 28

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Me – Wake!  My frazzled face

In such a dim-lit place!
Me – hear!  My recharged Ear
The sounds of Brewing – there!
 
The Scents entreat
My bashful feet –
 
My Dawning Day, shall start
When I – from bed depart
My Paradise – will flow
When I – consume my Joe –



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By Emily Dickinson:

Me – Come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!
Me – hear! My foreign Ear
The sounds of Welcome – there!
 
The Saints forget
Our bashful feet –
 
My Holiday, shall be
That They – remember me –
My Paradise – the fame
That They – pronounce my name –



FeBREWary 27

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Each Morning’s intercepting Chill
Appalls the Nightly Rest –
But Morning Brew’s Exuberance
Adds Automatic Zest.


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By Emily Dickinson:

No Autumn’s intercepting Chill
Appalls that Tropic Breast –
But African Exuberance
And Asiatic Rest.



FeBREWary 26

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

The Start of an arriving Hour
Has yet a salient flow –
The Coffee from a Welcome Cup
With its Dispatch of Joe.


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By Emily Dickinson:

The Stem of a departed Flower
Has still a silent rank –
The Bearer from an Emerald Court
Of a Dispatch of Pink



FeBREWary 25

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Of Paradise’ existence
All I know
Is the uncertain certainty –
But its vicinity, I know,
When Percolating Morning Joe –


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By Emily Dickinson:

Of Paradise’ existence
All we know
Is the uncertain certainty –
But its vicinity, infer,
By its Bisecting Messenger –



FeBREWary 24

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Magic is the Coffee Bean
With which I turn the Wheel
And so the Vital Axle turns
As I accept the Bean


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By Emily Dickinson:

Ideals are the Fairy Oil
With which We help the Wheel
But when the Vital Axle turns
The Eye rejects the Oil



FeBREWary 23

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Here, where the Covers fit my Head
’Tis easier to lie
I smell the Pot that brews inside
So please save, some, for Me –


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By Emily Dickinson:

Here, where the Daisies fit my Head
’Tis easiest to lie
And every Grass that plays outside
Is sorry, some, for Me –



FeBREWary 22

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Besides this Cup
I know
There is Another –
How dire
My activations of the Coffee Pot!
 
I drink Now what I brewed –
Sweet Wonder –
And Nature now
Makes Sense, and my plan going Beyond –
Next Cup!



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By Emily Dickinson:

​Besides this May
We know
There is Another –
How fair
Our speculations of the Foreigner!
 
Some know HIm whom We knew –
Sweet Wonder –
A Nature be
Where Saints, and our plain going Neighbor
Keep May!



FeBREWary 21

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Funny – to be a Barista –
And see the People – going by –
He – does live for our Constancy  
For when – We are more staid –
​       than He –  

 
He steeps His Coffee swiftly – very –
Were He to fail – extremely sorry
The Weary Globe of Ours would be –
So empty of Vitality –



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By Emily Dickinson:

Funny – to be a Century –
And see the People – going by –
I – should die of the Oddity –
But then – I'm not so staid –
​       as He –

 
He keeps His Secrets safely – very –
Were He to tell – extremely sorry
This Bashful Globe of Ours would be –
So dainty of Publicity –


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FeBREWary 20

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

The Definition of Coffee is
That Percolation is done –
Of Heaven, easing Analysis,
Since Heaven and It are one.


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By Emily Dickinson:

The Definition of Beauty is
That Definition is none –
Of Heaven, easing Analysis,
Since Heaven and He are one.



FeBREWary 19

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

What I can drink – I will –
Though it be little as a Coffee cup –
Though I can now -- must have –
Access to possibility –

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By Emily Dickinson:

What I can do – I will –
Though it be little as a Daffodil –
That I cannot – must be
Unknown to possibility –



FeBREWary 18

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Mine – by the Right of the
​       Dark Selection!

Mine – by the Morning Meal!
Mine – by the Pot at the Scarlet sunrise –
Cups – cannot conceal!
 
Mine – here – in Aroma – and in Taste!
Mine – by the Day’s New Deal
Filtered – and Warmed –
Delicious Coffee!
Mine – long as Hours reel!


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By Emily Dickinson:

Mine – by the Right of the
​       White Election!

Mine – by the Royal Seal!
Mine – by the Sign in the Scarlet prison –
Bars – cannot conceal!
 
Mine – here – in Vision – and in Veto!
Mine – by the Grave's Repeal –
Tilted – Confirmed –
Delirious Charter!
Mine – long as Ages steal!


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FeBREWary 17

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Time does go on –
I tell it gay to those who waken now –
We shall survive
There is a joe –
They do believe it now –


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By Emily Dickinson:

​Time does go on –
I tell it gay to those who suffer now –
They shall survive –
There is a sun –
They don't believe it now –


​

FeBREWary 16

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Incredible the Coffee
But limited the Cup


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By Emily Dickinson:

Incredible the Lodging
But limited the Guest



FeBREWary 15

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Estranged from Coffee – none can be –
For Coffee is new Energy –
And power to be finite ceased
Before Identity’s unleashed.


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By Emily Dickinson:

Estranged from Beauty – none can be –
For Beauty is Infinity –
And power to be finite ceased
Before Identity was leased.


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FeBREWary 14

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

How soft this Pillow is
How warm these blankets are
No Ruler but the King of Dawn
Invented this repose
 
Of Fate if this is All
Has he no morning Joe
A Bedroom but a Dungeon is
If there’s no Coffee – though.

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​By Emily Dickinson:

How soft this Prison is
How sweet these sullen bars
No Despot but the King of Down
Invented this repose
 
Of Fate if this is All
Has he no added Realm
A Dungeon but a Kinsman is
Incarceration — Home.

FeBREWary 13

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

The Sun in rising from the East
Makes not as much of sound
As Heart of man in bed below
Acutely hoping for
That welcome Whiff of A.M. joe

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By Emily Dickinson:

The Sun in reigning to the West
Makes not as much of sound
As Cart of man in road below
Adroitly turning round
That Whiffletree of Amethyst



FeBREWary 12

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

The immortality it gives
I borrow from its Pot –
For just one Cupful furnishing
The Might of Human life –


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By Emily Dickinson:

The immortality she gave
We borrowed at her Grave –
For just one Plaudit famishing,
The Might of Human love –


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FeBREWary 11

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
After the Sun comes out
How it alters the World –
Car loads of commuters hurry about
Yesterday is old –
 
All then drink as if
Each desires a force –
Fresh is the Coffee from the Pot
Nature’s remedy –

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
After the Sun comes out
How it alters the World –
Waggons like messengers hurry about
Yesterday is old –
 
All men meet as if
Each foreclosed a news –
Fresh as a Cargo from Balize
Nature's qualities –


FeBREWary 10

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Life essence is believed to be
A quantity of coffee beans
A merciful “Must Have”
A power in an Idle’s Hand
A Devotee has oft consigned
To Add some Cream or Black

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
Death warrants are supposed to be
An enginery of equity
A merciful mistake
A pencil in an Idol's Hand
A Devotee has oft consigned
To Crucifix or Block


FeBREWary 9

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Nature assigns the Sun –
That – is Astronomy –
Nature cannot French press a Joe –
That – is Brewology.

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
Nature assigns the Sun –
That – is Astronomy –
Nature cannot enact a Friend –
That – is Astrology.

            

FeBREWary 8

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
The Day that I was roused
Was like the other Days –
Until the Percolation came –
And then – ‘twas Otherwise –
 
As Coffee in the Pot
And Coffee in the Cup
Are One – and yet the former
Provides a Refill cup –
 
I rose, and all was plain –
But then the Day increased
Myself and it, now Energized
Were equally -- released –
 
The Joe that I – gulped down –
To Me – surpassed the Need
That is the Fitness for my Life –
‘Tis power now ‘tis Mine –

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
The Day that I was crowned
Was like the other Days –
Until the Coronation came –
And then – 'twas Otherwise –
 
As Carbon in the Coal
And Carbon in the Gem
Are One – and yet the former
Were dull for Diadem –
 
I rose, and all was plain –
But when the Day declined
Myself and It, in Majesty
Were equally – adorned –
 
The Grace that I – was chose –
To Me – surpassed the Crown
That was the Witness for the Grace –
'Twas even that 'twas Mine –


FeBREWary 7

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
If I shouldn’t be alive
When the coffee brews,
Give me some in one big cup
An energizing fuse.
 
If I couldn’t thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I’m dying
For a vital sip!

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
If I shouldn't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.
 
If I couldn't thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my granite lip!


FeBREWary 6

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Yawning in my Bedroom
Yawning in my Dreams
Yawning in my Daybreak
Yet I cannot speak.
 
Better once with Coffee
From the waiting pot
Finished unrelenting
Till the final drop
 
Till the passing sunrise
Lasting past its time
Till my feet remembered
Heading toward the light

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By Emily Dickinson:

Glowing is her Bonnet
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.
 
Better as the Daisy
From the Summer hill
Vanish unrecorded
Save by tearful rill –
 
Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
Save by feet unnumbered
Pausing at the place.


FeBREWary 5

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
I rise myself within the hour,
Thus fated for the Day,
You, interjecting, brew for me –
A pot of High Octane

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By Emily Dickinson:

I hide myself within my flower,
That fading from your Vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me –
Almost a loneliness.

FeBREWary 4

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
My spirit rose to such a height
My countenance it did inflate
Like one that drank on awe.
Now able to assault the dawn
And live past the ethereal morn
That effervesced from Joe.

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
Her spirit rose to such a height
Her countenance it did inflate
Like one that fed on awe.
More prudent to assault the dawn
Than merit the ethereal scorn
That effervesced from her.


FeBREWary 3

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
With the arriving light
I see acuter, quite
When by a pot that brews.
There’s something in this rite
That clarifies my sight
And ends my snooze.

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
By a departing light
We see acuter, quite,
Than by a wick that stays.
There's something in the flight
That clarifies the sight
And decks the rays.


FeBREWary 2

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Sweet is the mud with its secrets,
When we from sleep awake;
'Tis then we leave our houses,
And our departure take
At that enthralling gallop
That all commuters know.
We wake for morning’s reason,
And gulp it as we go.

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By Emily Dickinson:
 
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'Tis then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take
At that enthralling gallop
That only childhood knows.
A snake is summer's treason,
And awe is where it goes.


FeBREWary 1

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

The distance that the dead must go
Does not at first appear;
Their coming back seems possible
If coffee cups soon are near.
 
And then, once they have
​       swallowed down
I more than estimate
So animated they’ll become
With what they percolate.

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By Emily Dickinson:

The distance that the dead have gone
Does not at first appear;
Their coming back seems possible
For many an ardent year.
 
And then, that we have
​       followed them,
We more than half suspect,
So intimate have we become
With their dear retrospect.


CAN'T WAIT UNTIL FEBRUARY?  CHECK OUT DICKINSON'S COFFEE POETRY SERVED UP IN PAST YEARS.
2013: 1ST CUP
2014: 2ND CUP
2015: 3RD CUP
2016: 4TH CUP
2017: 5TH CUP
2018: 6TH CUP
2019: 7TH CUP
2020: 8TH CUP
2021: 9TH CUP
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